Just saying hi. I am new here. I have been quietly reading, trying to reassure myself that I am not...
I had to come back to this thread. What a difference a little over a year makes! At first, I felt really stupid looking for another T after 18+ years with a previous T. But I had graduated college, moved to another state, and was living in limbo. I needed the support. Plus, with the move, I was now away from my family...where a lot of the childhood abuse came from.
A friend of mine who is a T advised me to find a new T. The previous T had made a point of telling me before I moved that I did not need therapy. Yikes! I now realize that was a questionable thing to say. In any case, the previous T was NOT a trauma therapist and had absolutely no idea how to handle having someone with CPTSD. They had retraumatized me in the way they handled what little finally came out about my past. I really couldn't have done trauma therapy then anyway because I was living next to family who were childhood abusers.
The flashbacks started in earnest shortly after the move, making me realize that no matter what, I needed help. I got lucky in finding a good T who also does trauma therapy. I did not realize when I walked in the door that would be what we would need to work on. I thought I just needed to find a way to continue "letting go" (stuffing) of my past (more "great" advice from previous T). During the history with the new T, I was asked about a family member who did most of the abuse...and I freaked out--crying, hands in front of me trying to protect myself--and I began to realize I had to somehow go back and address my past. Thankfully, T got a pretty good idea that it was bad and asked no more questions.
I spent the next six months working on coping skills. Then one day, in the process of trying to work on skills to get through an upcoming family get-together, he said something about taking a time-out to look at my hands if I got overwhelmed. I responded telling him that I had learned how to get "lost" in the ceiling as a kid. That's when we started talking about the dissociation. The previous T did not believe in dissociation and made fun of me when shifts took place. But I still did it and couldn't help it. I had since I was a kid. I did not know that was what I was doing or that it even had a name until I returned to college and took a class that briefly covered it. So it was a big shock when this T said dissociation, and I was allowed to talk about it without being ridiculed.
Fast-forward another few months, and one day I just started talking a little about what happened as a kid. It was the first time I ever had someone validate that what I went through was traumatic and illegal. I have a long way to go, but I can see that I have made a lot of progress since my first posting. I am still in my job, and I love it. I also have a part-time job doing another thing that I love. I am getting ready to buy a house. I am in grad school now and doing well with my classes. I have put a lot of boundaries in place with my family, and I am learning that it is ok to enforce them. I am learning to feel, something that is very hard. I spent my whole life running from feelings. I have a long way to go, but life is just one long journey. I will keep taking one step at a time.